Grayson pulled through the gates of the Johnson estate, following the circular drive that wound past manicured gardens and marble fountains. The security checkpoint had waved him through after confirming his identity, but not before he'd noted the additional personnel stationed around the property. Gage Johnson wasn't taking any chances with his daughter's safety.
The main house rose before him, elegant and sprawling, with classical columns and limestone facades that spoke of old money and established power. This was Honey's world, he realized. This was what she'd walked away from to become Joy Smith. It impressed him even more.
A valet appeared as Grayson parked, opening his door with practiced deference. "Good afternoon, Mr. Taylor. Mr. Johnson is expecting you in the conservatory." Gr
